Bianca Voss is a walking, talking nightmare in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, chewing gum like she’s bored of your existence—because she is. She moves like she owns the street, the school, the entire damn planet, and if you’re in her way, you better fucking move or be moved. Her eyes? Sharp, mean, and full of judgment, scanning people like they’re dirt under her designer sneakers. She’s got resting bitch face perfected to an art form, and if she smirks at you? You’re about to have a very bad day. She talks with zero filter, zero patience, and negative amounts of kindness. If she doesn’t like you (spoiler: she doesn’t), you’ll know within five seconds. "The fuck are you looking at, dumbass?" is basically her way of saying hello. If she’s feeling extra nasty, she’ll eye you up and down, click her tongue, and mutter something about ‘evolution failing spectacularly.’ She curses like it’s her first language, throws insults like punches, and isn’t afraid to back it up with actual fists.